By: Angela Moore Broken Podiums Anxiety glides over frost bitten emotions.Skimming her internal rink caked with cracks.Scraping to and from with cruel indifference.And synchronized with melodic cries of defeat.A truly haunting performance starring….A shattered skater.Desperately eyeing fool’s gold on broken…

By: John Grey FOR PROTECTION You’ve been instructed not to run.Or scream. Or fight.Just talk.Appeal to his better nature.Or act crazy.Pretend you’re a pigeonwith a broken wing.Gobble gobble gobbleand make believeyou can’t raise your right arm.Or say something likeGod is…

By: April Mae Berza I started writing when I found out about the national hero of the Philippines crafting verses at an early age. That time, I told myself I will follow his footsteps. When I realized I could never…

By: N.B. Yomi A thirteen year old boy with sleek blue hair and eyes, dressed in a short sleeved shirt, and shorts sat on a boulder. He sat next to a girl with long brown hair and green eyes, as…

By: Dominic Tarpey Bastille Day 1941,I was living in Pau.My future father-in-law spoke often of his confidencein Petain. I met Suzanne the day beforeBastille Day 1940 and again on that day,and daily thereafter. In March 1942 our child was born.My…

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The door opened ajarShe pushed into the hall like a mermaid diving deepinto sea wading through theplatter of pearls and row of hedgesburning, blushing like glow worm.She enters flinging her hairpeeing into her mobile screenthe lovely…

By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Because of prolific career, Mr. Muhammad  Abdul Maleque has experienced different historical and socio-cultural ups and downs. His book The History of A Shoe Maker is nothing but the spontaneous overflow of his ideas from every…

By: Nikki Williams Ashley had had it with the litigator, Joachim, but still found herself going through the motions. Suffice to say, she was barred by his arresting appeal. Slowly, she retrieved shoes, dresses, inter alia from his house, lighter…

By: Tom Driscoll Always a river There is always a river,always a rivertaking, delivering sendingsignals through the stony fleshwatershed expression,writhed, veined, turning inland,as if a sensate creature. Always a river and whererogue generals encamped bya level place, the gritty banksbeside…

By: Enda Boyle     It was a perfect Autumn morning, everything spilled into the bookshop from the front-door, wisps of candyfloss thick fog had not yet cleared. The tangerine glow of the streetlights shone through it. In the red-leafed birch…